Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

To retire from one activity,
To do nothing with another done..
Is something many may boast about.
But a life lived never stops the doing of it,
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I shy away from advising with advice to give,
To anyone.
I have too many bruises,
From knocking my head up against walls.
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If anyone follows another,
To the edge of a cliff...
And claim not to know it?
Either has done it prepared,
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Don't you find it odd,
You can remember everything...
I have ever done to you,
That offended.
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Where is your prized horse?
The one that leads the pack,
Whenever I am on the track...
Just to practice.
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If you have repeatedly told me,
That a minding of your own business...
Is your main priority,
And I already know you are not dependable...
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Hollow is self praise.
Hollow is the acceptance of it taken.
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I live in a place,
Now free of conflict.
I live in a space that is blessed,
To have unrest...
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The one thing about knowing,
Is its ability not to be undone.
Once something is known,
An acknowledgement of it...
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I could double over suffering,
From severe bladder spasms.
Or experience pain so acute,
To drive me to puke with a sitting done...
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